Jonah's POV
"Jonah, Biola and I made a cake, do you want some?" I felt Ayo's voice shake the walls of the flat.
Quickly, I went to the bathroom and rinsed my face before greeting everyone downstairs. I think the aim of this interaction will be to grab my cake without speaking.
I gave a slight nod as a sign of recognition of my siblings' kind action. Then I went back upstairs. If they looked at me too long, they'd figure it out.
Especially Abiola, just because she's getting a psychology degree doesn't mean she always has to use it in her life. But she won't ever say anything just look at you with those thoughtful eyes of hers. And Ayo would rob a bank if it meant making her proud of him. They must have a reason for being extra nice to me recently. Ayo would probably swear it's those letters that Dad left him but I'll bet it something else. Usually, he can barely look at me without wanting to tear out my insides.
I have a place. I did it. I moved out of this stupid place. It's where nothing ever happens yet everything goes wrong.
But I've been dragged back kicking and screaming. And I can see the remains of all that's happened here. I know I'm supposed to be back here mourning with my family. I came back so that Mum would stop asking me why I don't want to return home and stop asking why I'm not upset that he's dead. If I stay up here, she'll assume I'm mourning in my own way. The only thing I'm mourning is my loss of money from the clients I was supposed to take on this month.
The word "why" should really be banned from the English dictionary. You'll only ever get an answer you didn't want to hear. Why does none listen to what I want? I didn't want compassionate leave, I didn't want to move back here with them, I don't want to associate with that man whether he's living or dead. Why should his death ruin my life when his life barely affected mine? Or rather, my life barely affected his.
All I know is, if I have to spend one more moment with the two musketeers, the workaholic and the useless corpse, I'll have to declare madness.
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For When You're A Man (under reconstruction)
Ficção Adolescente17-year-old Noah Oduwole lives in chaos. He goes from his crumbling flat on top of a betting shop to a school where people wouldn't know struggle if it grew giant legs kicked them in the face. His Dad's health has been deteriorating for the last fe...
